[?], okay, [?] to talk

Sweet in winter, sweet in rain

"Shake well before use", she said

You never touch me any more this way

Connector in receiver out

You let me in through the back door

[?] apologetic, [?] rising star, [?]

Ride the sainted rhythms on the midnight train to Romford

Ride the sainted rhythms

[?]

Sweet in winter, sweet in rain

"Shake well before use", she said

You never touch me any more this way, oh no

Connector, connector, connector, connector

You're a connector, connector, connector, connector

I'm so dirty

And the light blinds my eyes

You're oh so dirty

And the light it blinds my eyes

Here comes Christ on crutches

[?], look, [?]

"Call me wet trampoline", she said today

But I was too busy with my hand

(Shake well) "Shake well before use", she said

But you never touch me any more

I was busy listening for phone sex

Coming through the back door

In skin-tight trunks

And we all went mental

And danced

[?], pass the chicken, pass the chicken. Open the doors of the erotic fantasy. Look, hey, big thoughts. [?]

I get my kicks on Channel 6

I get my kicks on Channel 6

I get my kicks on Channel 6

I get my kicks on Channel 6

To the off-peak

Electricity

[?]

And the light blinds my eyes

And I feel dirty

(Oh-oh) And the light blinds my eyes

And I feel so

Shaken in my faith

Here comes Christ on crutches

[?]

And now comes another god

Here comes another god

Like a buffalo thunder

With a smell of sugar

And a velvet tongue

And designer voodoo

But I got phone sex to see me through the emptiness in my 501s

Freeze-dried with a new religion

And my teeth stuffed back in my head

[?]

(I get my kicks on Channel 6, I get my kicks on Channel 6)

(I get my kicks on Channel 6, I get my kicks on Channel 6, I)

I get my kicks on Channel 6

The light it burns my eyes

And I feel so dirty

Here comes Christ on crutches

[?]

I will not be confused

Will not be confused

They left me confused

I will not be confused

With another man

[?]. Dirty, dirty, dirty. [?]

The pressure of opinions

Lighten up

Listen to your eyes, you said

But all I could see was Doris Day

In a big screen satellite

Disappearing down the tube hole on Farringdon Street

With Whiplash Willy the Motorpsycho

And the light, it burns my eyes

And the light, it burns my eyes

I get my kicks on Channel 6

I get my kicks on Channel 6 (Repeat to fade)